10-14-2018, 01:21 AM
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It wasn't every day that you came across dead utahraptors, to be completely honest. The scent of feral utahraptors had caught the indomnius rex off-guard, making him race towards the source of it. It couldn't be one of his girls. Never, no. He wouldn't let them die on his fucking watch.
When he arrived at the massacre scene, there were two full-sized raptor carcasses, and with a close look, Owen established it wasn't one of his girls. These two weren't apart of his pack, they were wild. It was rare, almost impossible to find wild utahraptors around. Not that his own weren't wild, but they were more tame than these were. They had obviously been torn in two by something, but he couldn't tell what did it.
Owen shifted his large body, catching another scent that wasn't familiar to him. Moving through a shade of trees, Owen pushed his snout around debris, chuffing as he tried to figure out what the Hell that smell was. With a loud rumble, and a heavy toss of a patch of overgrowth overhead, Owen caught the source of it. An egg, just one egg, but he knew exactly what the species was. Utahraptor, home grown and born in the wild. The raptors must have been protecting their young here, Owen mildly cringed at the thought. Something must have eaten the other eggs.
With a soft clicking sound, Owen called out to his girls. Soon, the clicking turned to a broadcasting call, warning them to be cautious and quiet when they come. If they come.
Owen shifted his large body to hover over the egg, nudging it with his large snout as he tried to test whether or not it was still alive in there.
Well, they'd see.
When he arrived at the massacre scene, there were two full-sized raptor carcasses, and with a close look, Owen established it wasn't one of his girls. These two weren't apart of his pack, they were wild. It was rare, almost impossible to find wild utahraptors around. Not that his own weren't wild, but they were more tame than these were. They had obviously been torn in two by something, but he couldn't tell what did it.
Owen shifted his large body, catching another scent that wasn't familiar to him. Moving through a shade of trees, Owen pushed his snout around debris, chuffing as he tried to figure out what the Hell that smell was. With a loud rumble, and a heavy toss of a patch of overgrowth overhead, Owen caught the source of it. An egg, just one egg, but he knew exactly what the species was. Utahraptor, home grown and born in the wild. The raptors must have been protecting their young here, Owen mildly cringed at the thought. Something must have eaten the other eggs.
With a soft clicking sound, Owen called out to his girls. Soon, the clicking turned to a broadcasting call, warning them to be cautious and quiet when they come. If they come.
Owen shifted his large body to hover over the egg, nudging it with his large snout as he tried to test whether or not it was still alive in there.
Well, they'd see.
TAGS • THE TYPHOON • 27 M/O • GERMAN SHEPHERD | INDOMINUS REX • #RAPTORFAM